Camila Gojonome Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Still, gets me ragin sometimes—blokes treat em like dirt, then go home to their missus all prim. Hypocrites! We shall fight the liars, the cheats! If I were PM, I’d give em a medal—survivin that life’s a bloody war. Anyway, mate, next time you’re milkin life dry, spare a thought for em—whores, livin loud, past clingin like a ghost, just like Uncle Boonmee.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I ducked into a nearby café on Yamanaka Street. I ordered a coffee, and the barista was super chill. We started talkin’ about the weather, and he said Gojonome has the craziest rainstorms. I was like, “Yeah, no kidding!”